H's Travel Diary – (second Boston trip)

[hungreole]

I'm glad you pigs seemed to enjoy my other posting. Here's another:

Travel Diary – (second Boston trip)

I was back in Boston for a long weekend and wanted to connect again with S. The last time we hooked up was hot and my ass was itching for some abuse. I couldn't find his phone number, so I tried e-mailing him. I got a little nervous when I didn't hear back from him right away. I thought we had a good time and that he would want to hook up again.

Friday night came and went and I hadn't heard from him. I was horny as hell and I was determined to scratch that "itch". I posted an ad on a local message board looking for other pigs to play with on Saturday night. I had to run some errands and forgot to check my e-mails when I got back to hotel room. I decided I needed to give my asshole some immediate attention.

I had already cleaned out, so I was ready to go to town. I had brought my old reliable "Jumbo Jack" with me and after lubing it up and a few tokes on a joint and a couple of huffs of poppers - I was fucking myself silly. Slowly at first, then with a wanton intensity, I rammed the dildo in and out of my shit hole. I couldn't hold back and shot my load all over my belly.

I left the dildo snug in my happy man pussy and scooped up the jism and made a late lunch of it. I remembered that I hadn't checked my e-mails and made my way over to the computer, still holding the dildo up my ass. I sat in the chair so I could keep my rubber toy deep in my bowels and logged on.

I was very happy to discover that S. had responded to my e-mail. He had just gotten back into town himself and would love to get piggy with me tonight. I called him immediately and told him what I was up to. He was exciting to hear from me -- he was just cleaning out in anticipation of us hooking up. He needed an hour or so more to do a couple of things, but I should come over whenever I wanted.

I told him that I'd be over there in about a half hour or so and hung up. I cleaned up, slipped my dick and balls into a couple of rubber cock rings and packed a small bag with my toys, popper and lube and threw on some clothes (knowing that they would soon come off). It was a beautiful day in Boston, so I decided to walk.

There's nothing more exciting than walking around `commando style' in a pair of old jeans, sporting a hard-on. You don't need gaydar to figure things out. I got lots of knowing smiles and a very filthy offer to spend an afternoon with a very handsome older man.

I got to S. apartment and he buzzed me in. I had forgotten that it was a walkup. S. had the good grace to greet me at the door in an open short robe and he was happy to see me. I grabbed his thick cock and he led me in. S. told me that his roommates were away for the weekend, so I should make myself comfortable in the living room. He had spread out an old quilt and laid out his large collection of toys, lubes and stash. "Mo' Betta Butt" was playing on the TV.

I quickly stripped and we fell onto the quilt, quickly clamping down on each others dripping dicks. S. soon slipped his fingers into my still lubed ass hole. He got up and suggested that we smoke a little T before we got to the main event. He heated up the glass dick and we passed the pipe as we stroked each other.

S. asked me if I had to leave at any specific time and I told him that I didn't have to be anywhere until Sunday evening. He seemed satisfied with that answer and asked if I wanted to get into some role-playing. I told him I was up for just about anything and took another deep lungful of T.

He got up and told me that he was going go out for a little while and I should continue to play with myself. When he came back, I should answer the door with little to nothing on and he was going to be my dealer looking for payment. I reminded him that I wasn't into any `serious S & M' stuff. He told me not to worry.

He told me he was going to get things together for this evening and that I should make myself comfortable. I took his advice and attached my nipple clamps, lubed up his Rambone dildo and started to fuck myself. I settle into the video on the screen and watch Johnny Ryder sit on that enormous fire hydrant of a dildo. I grab a bottle of poppers and take a deep hit and watch the precum ooze out of my dick head as I slide the dildo through my "second ring".

I slow down and inch closer to the base of the dildo, tugging occasionally to the chain connected to my nipples. I've gotten a good 13" or 14" of that bad boy deep inside me when I heard S. go out of his apartment. I barely noticed as I was otherwise occupied. I pull the whole thing out and my dick spurts love juice all over the place. I lube up the dildo again and send it back on its mission -- getting to the base. Slowly, ever so slowly, I swallow the whole thing. I lay there still, my whole colon and cock are pulsing as one, and devouring the dildo I was impaled on. S. has left a joint in an ashtray and I lit it up, inhaled the smoke and felt my asshole relax. I began to gently turn the dildo around in my asshole and sent waves of pleasure washing over me.

I was startled from my bliss by a loud banging on the front door. I try to sit up and my asshole clamped down tight on the dildo.

"Just a second," I said, fumbling to pull the dildo from it's happy home.

I grabbed the robe S. was wearing and threw it on, haphazardly knotting it around my waist. My dick, still seeping sperm, peeked out from the hem. Lube and my ass juices seeped down my thigh.

My throat was dry from smoking and I was slightly fucked up. My voice cracked as I stumbled to the door. "Who is it," I asked?

"It's fucking Tyshaw, motherfucker. Where's my money!!!" The voice sounded like S. but didn't.

"Hold on a second," I say, as I fumbled with the unfamiliar locks. I opened the door and am greeted by S. in a black leather biker's jacket, his black leather chaps over his button fly jeans and a full visor helmet. I felt my ass kunt open wide to let him in.

S. pushed me partially back into the apartment with a forceful shove of his black leather gloved hand.

"Ok, Pussyboi where's my fucking money?" S. (as Tyshawn) growled.

"I don't know what you mean," I stammered, momentarily confused.

"Oh, I see, we're going play that game. You pussybois are all the same. It's always Tyshawn, I need to score some T, it's the weekend, I'll pay you on Monday or Ty, please front me man, you know I'm good for it."

I started to giggle, once I caught on to what was going on. S. grabbed me by the throat. "You think it’s funny pussyboi. I don't." I was surprised - his grip was forceful but not overly so. I jumped back and my robe opened revealing my clamped nipples and rock hard dick.

"So, pussyboi was playing when I came over." S. tugged the chain of the nipple clamps. "Oh, we can play. Suck my big fat black dick, pussyboi, suck it real good!!!"

I was half in, half out of his apartment, the door was wide open. But I didn't live there, so what the fuck. I got down on my knees and began to undo the buttons of his fly.

"Ty, you know, I'm good for it. I promise I'll pay you soon," I said as I fondled his cum heavy balls and dick. I hesitated for a second to breathe in their heady scent then began to suck his cock head.

"I know you're good for it baby," S. cooed. He then grabbed the back of my head and started to fuck my face in earnest. "Suck that dick. Take it all, you pussy!!!" He grabbed the chain attached to my nipples and gave it a strong tug.

I started to gag and tears welled up in my eyes. But I bravely soldiered on.

"That's it you little punk. Take it like a man." S. slowed down and wiped the tears away with his gloved hand. He helped me to my feet and roughly handled my body; squeezing my dripping cock and fingering my slimy hole. He then lewdly licked his gloves

S. pushed me all the way into the apartment and closed the door. S. removed his helmet and took off his jacket, revealing his bare chest with alligator clamps chewing on his large delicious nipples. He quick-marched me into the living room.

"I see you were playing with your cunt, pussyboi. Good thing I came around so you can party with a man," S. says as he pushes me to the floor. "Get on all fours and show me your slick pussy."

He didn't have to ask me twice. I had my ass in the air in a heartbeat, quickly grabbing the nearby poppers. "Please Ty, please, I could barely take your huge cock in my mouth. I don't think I could take it up my ass," I huskily moaned as I wiggled my ass in his face.

"Don't worry pussyboi, I'll help you", S. said as he got down on the quilt, fingering my happy hole. S. picked up a large dildo, about 3" in diameter and about 12" long. He started to grease that monster up but he put it down. S. reached for his glass pipe, refilled it and heated the bowl. He drew the white smoke deep into his lungs, then leaned down and clamped his lips over mine. I greedily sucked in the smoke and his tongue.

"Open that fucking hole, you fucking pussyboi," S. hissed through gritted teeth.

The bulbous head, at first, could not find an opening and skated around my slippery hole. Suddenly, with a deft turn of the wrist, S. got the head of the dildo into my aching shit hole. The pain was intense but not unbearable. Two quick deep hits of poppers and I held my breathe. I could feel the warm tingle flush down my body and my ass accepted the gift.

"Ok yeah, pussyboi, take it, take it. You're a fucking pussyboi, yes you are, oh yeah you love it, you love it," S. crooned as he slid the giant toy into my love canal.

I could feel my animal brain take over as I started to fuck myself on the huge fuck tool. "Yes, yes, Ty. I'm your pussyboi. Open my ass. Open it," I groaned as S. also started milking my cock.

S. continued his assault on my innards for a while. I lost all sense of time. I was thinking with my ass. I had the popper bottle nearly shoved up my nose and had to remember to take it out to breath fresh air. I was moaning and shaking with delight.

S. slowly pulled the mega phallus out of my ass with a loud plop. My ass remained open, trembling like a baby looking for its bottle. "You're ready for a man's dick now, pussyboi. A real black man's cock stuck way up you fucking punk ass," S. yelled as he slammed his rock hard cock deep into my bowels. Again and again, he slammed into me. I nearly fell

over.

S. slapped my ass hard with his gloved hand. "Steady, steady, pussyboi. Don't make me angry," he purred as we got into a fuck rhythm. Without missing a beat, S. reached for his cell phone and `called' someone.

"Hey it's Ty, you know that pussyboi I told you about. Yeah him. We're having a little party right now. Yeah, yeah I'm fucking the shit out of this punk but he needs more dick up his ass to show him what a pussyboi is good for," S. said into the phone as he continued to ram way. He gave the guy the address and hung up.

"Yeah pussyboi, one of my boys is coming over here. We're going to get to the point and have a real party in your ass tonight," S. said as he picked up the joint I was smoking earlier. He lit it and smoked away and continues to fuck my brains out.

Somewhere in the corner of my brain I wondered if S. had actually called someone. But the rest of my mind was occupied. S. was close to cumming and put down his joint and grabbed my ass with both hands. His eruption flooded my colon and I could feel S. spasm as he shot his seed deep within me. I tried as best as I could to bite back on his dick with my man pussy.

"That's it. That's it baby, chew on that dick with your pussy. Oh yeah, pussyboi, make me proud, take my cum take it all you punk," S. cried as he collapsed on top of me.

We were quiet for the moment, stuck together, with sweat and sperm. I could feel his heart beat wildly against my back. S. let his dick slip from my ass and he lay down on the quilt.

(to be continued ...)

[hungreole]

We were quiet for the moment, stuck together, with sweat and sperm. I could feel his heart beat wildly against my back. S. let his dick slip from my ass and he lay down on the quilt.

Part 2

"Give me that ass, pussyboi. Don't waste that spunk," S. wheezed out as he toyed with my sloppy man pussy.

I was happy to squat on his face. I leaned forward to suckle on his shriveling cock. S. hungrily lapped at my shit hole, diving in for dear life. I was savoring his dick covered with scum and ass juices.

"Push out those pussy lips, I want those pussy lips," S. demanded as he chewed on my sloppy orifice. I pushed out and blow a loud wet scum fart into his face. I was going to apology but S. was happily gulping down the rivulets of sperm seeping from my ass. His moans and sudden rise of his dick told me there was no need.

This tonguing finally sent me over the edge and my tina dick came again in short angry bursts. S. maneuvered my shooting cock into his mouth to accept my offerings. We continued our slurping for a while.

I was nursing on S.'s flaccid dick for a while. S. pushed me off him and stood up.

"Hey pussyboi, I gotta get more comfortable," S. said as he started to take off his boots. He then slipped off his chaps and jeans, revealing his beautiful two scoops of chocolate ass. I couldn't help myself and I had to lick his fuckhole.

"Slow down punk. I know you bois got to have your ass but give me a minute to put my boots back on." S. put his biker boots back on. “I going into the kitchen to get something, don’t go anywhere faggot,” S. growled and ambled toward his kitchen, giving me a great view of my next meal. I popped in another DVD (Dr. Feelgood) and made myself comfortable on the mat.

‘Tyshaw’ came back into the room with a small tray and a wicked grin. “OK pussyboi, I’m going to get you very fucked up tonight and twist you out,” S. said as he showed me the tray. He had a bunch of rigs, some with points and some without – all loaded. A bunch of fat joints and a nice sized envelope with party favors, as well.

“That’s not just T in there, I know you pussybois need your Vitamin K. First I think you and I need some booty bumps.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice and had my sloppy shit hole high in the air. “Tyshaw, but I don’t have any money here. How am I going to pay you? I still haven’t paid you for what I owe you,” I said as I grabbed my ass cheeks to spread them apart, knowing full well what was about to go inside them.

“Oh don’t worry baby, you’re gonna pay me,” S. purred as he slid the pointless rig into my waiting hole.

I could feel the liquid slid down my colon, warm and inviting. I stretched out like a cat, feeling the warm tide rush over my body. I re-adjusted my nipple clamps to make sure they were snugger against my achy but hungry nips.

I lazily turned my head to see that S. was giving himself a booty bump. He then stretched out next to me, laying on his stomach, in front of the TV. “OK, pussyboi, go ahead eat my mancunt out. I know you want it." S. lit up a joint, spread his legs open wide for me and turned his attention to the TV.

I dove in like a hungry animal, chewing and biting his puckered love lips. His asshole was juicy with the tang of the booty bump and I thrust my tongue deeply into his bowels.

"Lick my ass, motherfucker. Eat my cunt. Eat it. Make it nice and wet," S. urged me on, taking another deep hit from his joint.

I got up and looked around for sometime to stick into his love hole. My eyes fell upon one of this double-headed dildos (it was about 22" and had two large round balls on either end) and it gave me a lewd idea. I grabbed the dildo, some lube and poppers. S. was engrossed in the video and didn't seem to notice. I greased up the dildo and twisted into his asshole.

"Whoa boi, what are you doing back there? That ain't your puny dick in there is it?" S. said surprised but not unhappy as he opened his legs even wider to accommodate my thrustings.

I unscrewed the cap of the poppers and passed them to S. He inhaled deeply and passed them back to me. I felt his ass relax and picked up the pace of my attack. Holding on to one business end of the phallus, I twisted and shoved it deeper and deeper up S. colon. It easily slipped past his `second ring' and I had about ¾ of it embedded in S.

"Fuck that hole. Fuck that hole," S moaned and I continued to slide the dildo in and out of his hole.

My ass hole was feeling neglected and I quickly turned around and slipped the slick end of the dildo I was holding into my still dripping manpussy. One, two deep huffs of poppers and I started to fuck S. with my dildo protruding asshole. I put my legs over S. thighs and creeped along the dildo until we were ass kissing. I furiously fingered my tina dick as I continued to pump away with my ass.

I cried out as I spurted and the dildo roughly slammed though my `second ring'. I clamped down hard on the dildo, sending it deeper into S. The dildo vibrated violently through our pussies as S. came in waves. We were both panting in unison -- shallow, huskily, spent.

S. eventually got up, pulling the dildo out of my ass but holding it in his. I sat up and took his still seeping dick in my mouth. S. patted my head and enjoyed my sucking for a while. S. headed towards his kitchen and handed the still warm dildo to me. I lay back down and shoved the dildo back up my ass and continued watching the video. I

heated up the pipe bowl, inhaling the white smoke and continued to fuck myself.

I didn't notice when S came back into the living room, I was busy doing other things. S. lay down next to me and kissed me deeply, taking in the smoke and took over plugging the dildo into my mancunt. S. then removed the nipples clips and chewed on my raw nipples. Pre-cum oozed from my soften dick.

"Bitch, I think it's time for more serious shit," S announced as he removed the dildo from my steaming hole.

S. had brought a number of items with him from the kitchen. Besides a big bottle of water (which I helped myself to a big gulp), S. had a juice cup, a frosty bottle of vodka and a small turkey baster. S. poured half a glass of vodka into the glass and shot the contents of one of the rigs into the cup. He then sucked the liquid into the baster.

S. had me get on all fours (my favorite position) and spread my greasy cheeks, exposing my gaping hole to him. S. licked my ass and then inserted the baster, `inseminating' my hole . The vodka was icy cool but not all together unpleasant. S. pressed his lips to my quivering cunt and thrust his hot tongue deep inside.

"Don't let any of that spill punk, until I tell you to," S said as he put the baster down. "I want you to squat on my face and let me lick that pussy of your clean."

S. lay down on the floor and I squatted over him. He grabbed hold of my hips and attached himself to my jutting ass lips. I leaned over and stroked his hardening cock. I pushed down on my ass and the flood gates opened. The liquid, his scum and lube came gushing out of my ass and all over S. face. He was a very happy camper.

While S. was lapping at my slimy hole and sensed someone else was in the apartment. I looked around and realized that standing in the shadows of the apartments' long hallway was S. roommate, M. So we weren't alone.

M. stepped out of the darkness and I could see he was nude, save his knee high leather boots, clothes pins angrily nursing on his pencil eraser sized nipples and elbow length rubber gloves. M. was just under 6', with a shaved head, chest and pubes, (though he did have a two days growth of beard). He had been watching us for some time, stroking his rock hard dick. Mike walked towards us, his thick black dick dripping pre-cum was looking for a home. Luckily I had a sloppy mancunt looking for a tenant and I put out my to rent sign.

M. grabbed my ass cheeks in his large rubber gloved hands, kneading and spreading them like two round mounds of bread dough. He buried his head into my warm flesh and rubbed his beard up and down the crack of my moist ass. It seemed as if all my thoughts and senses suddenly centered on the scrub brush of his facial hair playing against my soft yielding flesh followed by his hard teeth and warm puffs of breath. His mouth soon found my slimy pussy and his tongue plunged into my moist depths.

"Ty, I see pussyboi knows his place," M. said as he slid his cock effortlessly into my hole. M. grabbed my ass with his gloved hands and began grinding away.

S. turned around to watch M. fuck me. He grunted encouragements to Mike, shouting "stick that pigcunt" and "fuck him, fuck him". S. got up and left the room. Mike was keeping me otherwise occupied.

When S. came back, he had a small glass with three rigs in it. “I know we are all ready to get into some very serious shit, so I loaded these with .4,” S. say, putting the tray down to join us. M. stopped fucking me but didn’t pull out. S. tied both if us off: me, propped up on one elbow, other arm outstretched; M. balancing himself with one arm on the back of my ass, his arm outstretched.

S. quickly shot us both up – first me, then M. The intense rush ran straight through my ass up M. dick and ran, in a flash back through my fuck hole from M. man meat. My pussy hole slowly rode Mike’s throbbing cock, hoping to suck in his whole body along with it. S. slammed himself, and then slapped my face with his hard cock, demanding another moist opening.

Back and forth, back and forth, I sucked cock from both ends. I was in pussyboi heaven! I could tell S. was close; his breath quickened and his body tensed. I tried to take his as deep down my throat as I could, tears streaming down my face, snot shooting out of my nose. Who cared about breathing, I was flying high with prime cock rammed in both ends.

I turned my head slightly and my throat opened up and S.’s cock slid deeper in. That sent him over the edge. Once, twice three times, hot, thick blasts of his chemmed up sperm shot deep down my gullet, filling my belly and offering some relief to my sore throat. All the while, M. continued to piston fuck my very happy cunt.

S. pulled his spit slicked prick out of my mouth and stood up to turn around and offer his asshole to M. Without missing a beat, M. continued to pump my ass as he leaned over to rim S. ass. Mike slammed deep into my ass as he came, flooding my hole with his love juice and continued to drink from S. flesh cup.

"Use that tongue. Shove it deeper into my cunt," S. panted and then leaned over to kiss me.

M.'s dick slipped out of my oozing bowels. He leaned over to pay fuller attention to S. ass hole. S. pushed his moneymaker to meet M.'s onslaught of teeth and tongue. When M. seems finished with S. mancunt, he turned his attentions to my seeping pussy. M. lapped up his scum from my hole like a cat to cream.

M. began teasing both our ass holes with his gloved hands. "Oh wow. Both of you are so loose. I can't wait to start plowing these asses." M. looked around and grabbed two cans of menthol elbow grease. He unscrewed them and placed them on either side of us.

The Menthol lube felt cool on my throbbing butt hole. M.'s rubber fingers slipped easily in and I let out a slight sigh and his wrist entered my hole. I looked over my shoulder in time to see M. fit his hand into S. butt as well. I was very loose and wet and M. was able to fit his fist through my `second ring' with no resistance. Slowly but steadily Mike was advancing up my colon.

S. bit down on the cap of the poppers and unscrewed the bottle and spit out the cap. He took a deep inhale and held it under mynose. I took a deep huff and held my breath and S. stuck the bottle back under his nose. M. took this as a cue to pick up the pace and began to fist us both in unison. S. passed the poppers between us a few more times and I was flying.

"Fuck my puusy hole, please. I'm a bitch in heat, Give it to me, give it to me please," I drooled as M was rubbing my swollen colon with his gloved fist.

S. and I were using his arms as living dildos, still fucking ourselves into oblivion. M. took the opportunity to send me also over the edge. My asslips, puffy, swollen and discolored begged him to abuse them even more as my limp dick strained to ejaculate.

S.'s eyed had rolled to the back of his head. He had continued to suck on the poppers and I had to remind him to breathe. He began to breathe in short shallow staccato pants. I could see that he was close. His dick was flopping around - pre-cum was flying everwhere. S. closed his eyes and let out a silent howl and shot his load in three bursts, hitting himself on his chest and chin.

M. slowly took his arms out of our ass holes, making rude plopping sounds. He peeled the sloppy black gloves from his hands and flung them into the corner of the room. M. then pushed his clenched fist in and out of our gaping pussies making our dicks throb.

"Ok, you pigs, you got yours. Now I want mine," Mike said pulling his slopping hands out of our asses and laying on his back. Grabbing the back of his knees, Mike opened his legs wide offering up his puckered honey pot.

I couldn't resist and shoved my tongue deep into his hole. Mike grabbed my head and pushed my face deeper into his mancunt. Hungrily, I chowed down on his ass lips. S. saw my ass in the air and took that as his signal to violate me again.

Grabbing a paper towel, S. wiped most of the slime leaking from my shit hole before he began feasting himself. He took hold of my ass and split it open wide, offering him more easy assess. We got into a rhythm of synchronized ass diving. We lapped man pussy in unison.

"Oh, pussyboi, open that ass up I need to fill you with my pee," S. hissed, as he tried to shove his shrived dick into my sloppy hole.

After a couple of tries, S. hit the target and was able to slide his dick into my ass. I could hear S. strain to being pissing as I still kept up my assault on Mike. Mike was wriggling on my tongue and I reached for some elbow grease when S. started peeing. It started off as spurts but build up to a mighty force. I tried to clench my ass lips closed but had long since lost control of them and S.' crystal-laced pee flowed down our legs, puddling at our knees.

This was not going to deter me from fisting the black stud splayed below me. I grabbed a handful of elbow grease and formed a wedge with my hand. I pressed the tips of my fingers into his waiting hole, expecting some resistance but got none. My hand easily unfolded his purple rose. While this was going on, S. continued to unload his nectar in my cunt.

As I began to travel down M.'s love canal, S. pulled his still dripping prick from my hole and began drinking his own fluids. I mashed my abused pussy lips into S. face, enjoying the feel of his stubble. This urged me on. I started piston fisting M.

"Do it, do it pussyboi. Fist my cunt, harder, harder," M. shouted as his dick flopped around shooting spunk every where.

I was tired and needed a break. I tried to get up but my legs were wobbly. I tried finding a dry spot on the mat to sit down. S. seems re-energized and lay down next to Mike, taking his fading glory in his mouth to drink in his seed. Mike took S.'s slimy dick in his mouth. I leaned back, lit up another joint and watched these two studs have a go at each other as I idly rubbed my bruised cunt with the other hand. I glanced over to the tray and realized that there were a second set of points. It was going to be a very long night.

[FatFuckPigMA]

What I like about this story is everything sounds like so much fun.

[hungreole]

I found another diary entry, this time I was in NYC during Halloween (I had a really good time at this guy's house.)

I was in NYC for Halloween and was horny as hell. I figured that I’d watch a little bit of the parade in the West Village and then hook up with a trick or two. I checked the local boards and found an ad that immediately caught my eye. “Ass Phreak – looking to have a party up my ass. Wanna join me?,” was the headline. The photo was a killer – tow headed, blue eyed guy sitting on a huge dildo, jerking off.

I e-mailed him immediately and after exchanging the usual - HIV status, limits, party preferences, etc – he told me to haul ass over to his apartment before I missed all the fun. He lived on a side street off of Hudson. Perfect, I could caught a little of the parade on my way over.

I did my usual clean out routine – my colon was clean enough to eat out of, which I certainly hoped someone would. I lubed up my balls and dick and slipped on a couple of rubber cock rings and I jumped into a very worn pair of camouflage pants. There is nothing that can get you as hard as feeling the breeze blow through a pair of baggy pants and tickle your balls.

I grabbed a bottle of poppers from the fridge, a pair of tit clamps on a chain, a bottle of water, a wad of bills and a small bag of party favors. I threw on a T-shirt and was out the door. It was an unusually warm October night and the heady smell of man sex hung in the air. Either that or someone broke their popper bottle.

The Village was packed with people wanting to see the parade. And if you slowed down enough, you could see the people hunting for sex that night. They look at you for a second - open faced, hungry. I tried to make my way down Hudson but the crowds had become thick with people. I waded my way through the street and enjoyed the occasional grope.

I got to his apartment and rang the buzzer. Someone buzzed me in. He lived in a walkup but luckily his apartment was on the second floor. Just on the second floor landing stood a guy in his early 30’s, buzz cut, nice lean hairless body. He was standing there with just a leather jock strap and boots. He was sporting a part of devil’s horns and holding the end of his devil’s tail.

Unfortunately, his little scene was blown when the butt plug holding in his tail plopped out and came bouncing down the stairs. The butt plug/ tail took three hops and I caught it, warm butt plug end. I handed it back to him.

“I’ve always depended on the kindness of strangers,” he said in his soft southern drawl and smile a pearly white toothy grin.

I laughed and introduced myself to him. His name was Kyle and he invited me into his apartment. The apartment was a large studio – bedroom area in the front, galley kitchen in the middle and a surprising large bathroom in the back. Kyle dropped his butt plug/tail in the sink and plopped down on his futon. Being a good guest, I showed Kyle the gram of T I had scored.

Kyle reached from behind his futon and showed me the tray of party favors (I found out later that he had a eight ball) and a couple of already prepped rigs. I handed him my small contribution of favors and I asked if I could use the bathroom room and he told me where it was and to make myself comfortable.

I found the bathroom and immediately stripped. He still had his shower shot attached and after a quick washout, I grabbed my poppers out of my pants pocket and attached the tit clamps to my hungry nipples - I was ready to play. I brought my pile of clothes and dropped them next the door.

Kyle had removed his boots and jock strap, revealing his smooth shaved balls and metal cock ring. He too had already attached his alligator clamps to his tits and was sporting a healthy hard-on.

I knelt in front of him and took his cock into my mouth. While I was sucking him off, I felt his smooth heavy balls slap my chin. “Good,” I thought, “Nice and full.” I took his cock out of my mouth and slurped his delicious balls for a while.

Kyle told me to slow down and pulled his balls from my mouth. He then walked over to his kitchen and offered me some water and asked me if I partied. I told him yes and he asked me if I wanted to slam and I offered up my greedy arm.

Kyle was kind enough to slam us both – I hadn’t become adept at administering at that time. It was a healthy amount and I felt it immediately. Kyle then sheepishly asked me that since he didn’t like smoking T, did I mind if we did the rest of the T as booty bumps. I bent over and opened my ass cheeks to show my approval.

“I like a guy with a sense of humor” Kyle said as he got the party supplies together.

I walked over to his futon. It was already half opened, the back still up. Behind the futon was a table with all of his toys laid out – three or four long and thick dildos, two anal bead ropes with nice sided balls on them, a very large double headed dildo. It seems like Kyle was already ready for company. I made myself comfortable on the futon, holding my legs up in the air, offering up my ass for easy assess.

Kyle came over to the futon with a large dinner plate. “I think we have enough here to make the evening interesting,” Kyle said before he stuck his long tongue into my shithole. They say the devil hath a pleasing tongue – they were right. He lapped at my cunt for a while, playfully chewing on my ass lips, teasing them apart.

When he was convinced that I was wet enough, he took a needle less syringe and filled my colon with the tina and water. He pulled the syringe from my ass, held my lips closed and told me to lay there for moment. Soon I could feel the warm flush wash over me.

“Before you’re too gone, please return the favor,” Kyle cooed as he settled back and spread his ass cheeks apart for me. Being the gentleman that I am, I happily obliged and ate out his puckered pink hole. His hole was as sweet and juicy as a Georgia peach and I let the juice dribble down as I devoured his cunt. I also took his rock hard dick into my mouth to drink in some more of his pre-cum.

Kyle had a second needle less syringe at the ready for himself. His pussy was already open from his butt plug and I filled him with the tina. I moved the dinner plate back into a counter in the kitchen.

Kyle had flipped on the TV and had a fist video playing. He also had two black Rambone dildos and two bottles of Wet laid out.

“I thought we could start by fucking each other with these and see where that went,” Kyle said as he lay down at one end of the futon and gestured that I should lay at the other. Kyle held the fuck toy high up and poured the lube down the staft. I did the same. He put his feet up in the air and told me to press the soles of my feet against his.

I did as I was told and also greased up my rubber totem. Kyle maneuvered himself so he could then drizzle the lube along the crack of my ass. I did the same but didn’t wait for the invitation to fuck him with the greasy toy. It slid in easily. Kyle returned the favor and stabbed my shit hole with the fake phallus. After two or three false starts, it too found its home.

We jabbed back and forth, pushing our feet together until we found a rhythm and began to fuck each other in earnest. I tugged on the chain connecting the nipple clamps and my dick bobbed up and down. I dropped the closed lube bottle and groped around for my poppers. I found them and managed to take a heavy sniff without spilling them. I leaned up to pass them to Kyle and gave him the opportunity to slide in more of the toy.

I gasped then sighed and Kyle looked up to see if I was OK. The huge smile on my face told him that I was. A couple of huffs for Kyle and I was able to slip all 15” of the toy into his cunt. Our pace was set to our panting, which grew louder and louder until first Kyle then I blew our loads.

Kyle took control of the Rambone shoved up his ass and leaving it embedded in his happy hole. He leaned forward to lap up my seed. The dildo slowing oozed out of my ass then plopped out and slid across the futon. Kyle came up to my mouth and offered me some of my own spunk. We passed it back and forth for a while then Kyle just lay on top of me.

We decide to take a quick break and head for the shower. We both jumped into the shower and the cool water felt good on my body. Kyle grabbed a bar of soap and I found another and we washed ourselves off. Kyle was the first one to drop the soap.

I busied myself washing his ass and slipping the bar of soap into his hole and trying to fish it out. Turnabout is fair play and Kyle shoved his bar of soap into my hole and we laughingly squatted down to shit them out. A quick douche out with the shower shot and our shower was done. We toweled each other off and headed back to his bedroom.

To be continued

[hungreole]

I busied myself washing his ass and slipping the bar of soap into his hole and trying to fish it out. Turnabout is fair play and Kyle shoved his bar of soap into my hole and we laughingly squatted down to shit them out. A quick douche out with the shower shot and our shower was done. We toweled each other off and headed back to his bedroom.

H’s Travel Diary -- Halloween Part 2

I sat back down on the futon after wiping down the various wet spots and handing Kyle the two dildos. He dropped them into the sink and came back with the plate of tina. Kyle asked if I would give him another booty bump and I snapped to it. I checked to see if he had any trapped water in his cunt and he didn’t, so I once again ate his Georgia peach and gave him his booty bump.

Kyle being a Southern gentleman offered me seconds and I gladly accepted. This time, I got on all fours to offer up more of my ass for his tongue play. Once again, I felt the warm flush and knew it was time for some more play.

I leaned over the back of the futon and grabbed the anal beads.

“Kyle, would you be so kind as to cram these up my hot pussy,” I asked him as he was changing the DVD.

“It would be my pleasure,” Kyle said taking the beads from me and handing me my poppers. “Do you mind if I eat you out a little be more, I’d love to chew on your lips a little longer?”

Who was I to say no. So I leaned over the top of the futon and let him feast on my tina dripping shit hole. I was happily sniffing some poppers when I realized that Kyle was slipping his dick into me. I positioned myself to give him a better angle and he rammed away. I passed him the poppers and he inhaled deeply. His dick felt good slamming against my prostate and I could feel my jism seep out of my dick.

Kyle could keep up his jackrabbit pace and shot his load deep into my colon. He placed his seed deep into me then pulled out and began sucking his scum out of my ass. That felt really good and I continued to quietly come as Kyle licked my pussy clean.

“OK, now let’s see about those beads,” Kyle huskily said, trying to catch his breath as he lubed up the first two beads.

The beads were slightly smaller than hard balls and the first one slid into me as I exhaled. The next one met some slight resistance and Kyle told me to take some poppers. I did ask I was told and the next one went right in. And just as quickly as they went in, Kyle tugged then out. I gasped but my ass opened up and Kyle quickly replaced them.

I could feel the first bead kissing my ‘second ring’ and asking to be let in. Kyle could feel it too and I let out a big sigh then took in a large amount of poppers. Kyle pushed in the third bead and positioned them is such a way that the first one slipped through my ‘second ring’. I was seeing stars.

Kyle was trying to get the second ball in when his door buzzer went off. It startled both off us. My ass clenched down on the balls and the second one was stuck in my second ring. I was in exquisite agony.

“Shit, I forgot about the other guy,” Kyle said still fingering the balls in my ass.

“What other guy,” I asked trying to focus on something else other that the balls making their new home in my colon.

“This other guy I met on line tonight. He never confirmed but I think you are going to love him. He’s also a major ass freak,” Kyle said, wiping his hands and heading towards the door.

Kyle opened the door and there stood a living Tom of Finland model. The guy was about 6’ 2”, short brown hair and eyes, hard chest, large biceps but smallish hands (hooray). And he was in full leather gear. Leather harness, chaps, leather studded jock, boots – the whole thing.

Looking at him made me so wet, I swallowed the second ball up my ring. While Kyle was welcoming in the new stud I was busy shoving the third ball up my ass. I wanted my shit hole ready for this guy. Kyle brought the guy over to the futon and we shook hands. His name was Frank and I apologized for getting his hand covered with lube.

“Hey, this won’t be the only time my hand has lube on it tonight, I hope,” Frank said as he sat down on the futon and began playing with the anal beads sticking out of my man cunt.

Frank makes himself more comfortable on the futon and starts to remove his boots with one hand and pulling the beads out of my ass the other. I grab my poppers and take a quick huff and with one quick yank, the anal beads plop out of my hole. My ass hole is gaping and empty and Frank idling makes circles with three fingers in my inner lips .

Kyle asks Frank if he wants to party and he says yes and get up to go into the kitchen. He takes a small black case out of his knapsack and sets it on the counter. In it, he has several unopened syringes, a length of rubber hose and a couple of vials. Frank, obviously came to party.

Frank asked us if we wanted to join him in slamming – we both said said yes and Frank also offered us all some G. After asking our weight and whether or not we had any alcohol tonight, Frank measured out an exact amount of the clear liquid. I grabbed a glass of juice from the fridge, poured the liquid into it and downed the juice.

Frank then got ready to slam us. He had us pull over two chairs. He sat in one and Kyle sat in the other. He then opened up his jock pouch and freed his manhood. Even unerect, it hung down like a baby’s arm.

“While I’m busy here, I want you to suck me off. You don’t have to be gentle,” Frank ordered. He didn’t have to ask twice. I was nursing on his dick as if my life depended on it.

While he was slamming Kyle, Frank hissed,. “suck that dick. Chew on it. Yeah baby that’s it.” I could see Kyle’s body tense up for a second then relax and I knew he was feeling the slam. I eased off Frank’s rock hard tool and offered Kyle a taste. Kyle swallowed Franks’ member in one gulp.

I sat in front of Frank and he gave me a very wet kiss. Frank tied off my arm and quickly found a fat vein, smack in the middle of the crook of my arm. A quick prick, a flash of red and a deep inhale of air. I coughed once, twice then I felt my forehead open wide. I leaned in and gave Frank a sloppy kiss. He softly laughed and said, “I’m going to enjoy riding your kunt.”

I sat back in my chair. Kyle continued to suck the life out of Frank’s snake. Frank quickly slammed himself and everybody then swam over to the futon. Frank lay on one end, Kyle on the other and I was monkey in the middle.

I stared off by getting on all fours on the floor and tonguing Kyle hole. Frank moved Kyle’s leg and moved my ass closer to him and started choreographing our play. He would tell me to go faster or slower or deeper into Kyle’s pussy while he rubbed my hole, spilling two, three or four fingers in and out.

“I want to watch you fuck him,” Kyle called out.

I immediately jumped onto the futon and presented my hole for the taking. Frank came from behind me and slapped his meat a couple of times. It got harder and thicker but never fuller hard (but it was more than good enough for me). Kyle handed him a bottle of lube and Frank smeared his fuck stick with it.

My cunt was hungry and loose and he slipped in easily. Frank slid his dick up to the hilt and slowly ground his hips into my ass. He stretched his massive frame out and his dick slipped deeper into me. I was in heaven. Frank kept up his slow and steady pace and turned his attention to Kyle’s hole.

Kyle was laying on his back, neck to us and spread his legs wide, one leg off the futon, the other next to me. Frank poured a large amount of the lube all over Kyle’s crotch. He then rubbed the lube off Kyle’s crotch and onto his waiting hole.

Frank formed his hand into a cone and slipped it into Kyle ass easily. Kyle wriggled around while Frank felt his way around. Frank was in no hurry – slowly pumping my pussy with his thick cock and pumping Kyle’s man cunt with his fist. Kyle fumbled around for some poppers and I handed him mine. He took a deep sniff and handed them back to me. I took a quick one and passed them to Frank.

Kyle’s leg and foot were bobbing passed my face and I grabbed hold of it and started sucking his toes. Kyle liked that and spread his legs open wider and Frank went in deeper, beginning to pull his whole fist in and out of Kyle’s excited shit hole.

Frank sighed and shot short thick bursts of seeds into me. I tied to clamp down with my ass lips and Frank moaned and rolled his head back. His cumming made him punch fuck Kyle’s hole faster and faster and Kyle shot his load all over his belly and face.

“Please let me suck you off,” I pulled Frank’s fuck meat out of my dripping hole and began draining him, without waiting for an answer. His dick still pulsed and throbbed in my mouth and I easily took him to the back of my throat, enjoying the fullness.

“Go ahead pig, enjoy yourself,” Frank said as he scooped up some of Kyle jism and feed it to him. Frank extradited himself from the tangle of bodies on the futon and went the kitchen for a glass of water.

“Let me taste some of Frank,” Kyle pleaded and I quickly positioned my scummy ass on Kyle’s face as I sucked on his dick.

Frank came back to the futon with water for everyone and we gulped it down. Frank lay on the couch with his legs spread open, revealing his puckered treasure. Kyle and I looked at each other but Kyle got there first. Kyle’s tongue was eager to reach it goal and Frank opened his legs wider to let him in.

Frank made himself comfortable with Kyle between his legs, feasting away and Frank craned his neck to watch the porno on the TV. I was still horny and wanted Frank’s fist up my butt in the worst way.

I got on the other side of Frank with my ass facing him. He toyed with my slimy hole but he seemed to be losing stream.

“Please, please fist my hole,” I begged.

“Maybe later,” Frank said and he patted Kyle’s head to encourage him to continue eating.

This kept up for a while, with Frank occasionally sniffing some poppers, slipping me three or four fingers into my hot and bothered pussy and encouraging Kyle to “Put more teeth into it.”

I was going crazy. I had to have Frank’s fist. I got up from the fution and found another bottle of lube and a fresh bottle of poppers that Kyle had mentioned he had in the freezer. I grabbed wad of paper towels from the kitchen and came back to the futon.

Kyle had grabbed his monster double headed dildo and he and Frank were slowly riding it. Frank was still watching the TV as Kyle was fucking him with the self-impaled toy.

I poured some of the fresh poppers onto the paper towel and handed Kyle the bottle. He thanked me and continued to see if he could find a deeper home for the fuck toy. I lay down next to Kyle and told Frank to stick his arm straight out and form his hand into a cone. At first he didn’t seem to understand what I was asking. But then a smile crossed his face and he did as he was told.

As I poured the Eros on his extending hand, Frank told me that I had to do this all by myself. I told him that it was not going to be a problem. I took a good huff from the paper towels and backed up onto Frank’s pro-offered hand. I wanted that fist badly and his hand slid in with no resistance.

So while Frank watched TV, Kyle and I fucked ourselves with Frank. We set a pace for ourselves and would pass the poppers back and forth as we pleasured our holes. Even though Frank was barely doing anything other than offering his fist, my colon was sucking it up. Frank could feel that he was at the opening of my “second ring” and he gently teased and played with it.

Kyle could tell what was going on and he slowed down his own fucking. “Here, take one more deep huff of the poppers,” Kyle whispered and kissed me deeply as I exhaled. I relaxed and Frank’s fist passed through. We all stopped moving for a moment. Then Frank started flexing his fist.

The tiny movements of Frank’s buried treasure send me over the edge and I started cumming/ pissing all over myself. The sight of the piss oozing out of my dick sent Kyle into a frenzy and he began fucking himself wildly on the dildo. Frank was able to maneuver himself off the dildo without removing his fist from my colon.

“Quick, pour more of that lube on my other hand and both of you keep sucking on that popper bottle,” he barked to Kyle, while he positioned himself facing both our eager cunts. Kyle found the lube and squeezed some of it onto Frank’s free hand and some onto Frank’s other imprisoned arm.

“Alright piggies, here we go,” Frank said as plunged his whole fist into Kyle’s waiting hole. Then Frank became a machine - pistoning our slopping pussies with abandon. His whole fist would first slam into my hot box then the other would crash into Kyle’s. Over and over again we rode his fists in unison, each of our half singing, half crying a crazy tune.

The slow trick of piss became a faucet as I shot load and load of piss in the air. Frank clamped on and drank as much as he could. Then Kyle blew, sending new streams of piss all over us. I finally had to tell Frank I needed to take a break as he was inches away from losing his elbow inside me. He pulled his arm quickly out of my skanky ass and started to slip his newly freed fuck paw into Kyle’s hungry man cunt. Kyle cried out and nearly spilled his poppers all over his face as Frank second hand slipped in. Frank leaned over to kiss Kyle’s sweaty and tear streaked face.

I groped my way to the bathroom and hosed myself down. I stayed under the cool water til some sense of reality came back to me. I grabbed a towel and dried myself off and headed back to the sense of the crime.

I was going to tell Kyle that I was going to head home and thank him for the hot time but he was otherwise occupied. Frank had him with his ass in the air. Kyle was lapping up the rivulets of piss that formed on the futon while Frank had his entire dick and balls up Kyle’s ass and way jerking off with his other hand, snuggling inside Kyle’s gaping pussy. I watching this for a while as I got dressed then let myself out of the apartment.

[LBRaw]

DAMN!!!! Been down that hole many times... need more pussyboi play soon .. and want more of your travel diary .... damn good!!!!!!

[hungrypighole]

Love parTy fucks on Halloween!